Page 21 of Ethereal Shifters

“Finnegan. Tutor Finnegan. Just tell him that I said sorry to you,” he pleads.

“Finn did this to you?” I ask, just to be sure. He nods. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know or tell him to do this. I promise you’re safe now.” I clench my fists and walk around Dartst, going straight towards Finn’s office. I kick the door open.

“When I say make yourself at home, I don’t mean break my door, Gwenieve.” He smiles at me as he sits back on the desk. “Why do you look angry?”

“I just saw Dartst. I told you not to kill him!” I slam the door shut behind me. “What part of trusting me to handle things and leaving him did you not understand?”

“I didn’t kill him. I mean, I edged him close to death a few times, but really it was just a growing exercise in personality for him and a lesson in respecting women.” He shrugs like it was nothing.

“Finn!” I snap and he grins. “I asked you to leave him alone. No one’s going to want to spar with me or go anywhere near me now because they’re all going to be scared of you. I wanted to be normal.”

“They should be.” He stands up off the desk, his voice completely unapologetic. “This is normal. You’re my mate, and no one fucks with what is mine.”

My cheeks feel hot as he stalks towards me. “You can’t just say stuff like that. I’m… You have to let me fight my own battles sometimes, Finn. I can handle him. We were due to fight again this afternoon with Hollis, and I could have beaten him. I wanted you to leave him. I wanted to do this myself, and you keep taking all these choices from me and assuming that’s okay. There is protective and there is overbearing. I’m not sure you understand the difference.”

“I’m sorry this upset you. I’m not sorry for teaching him a lesson. Let me take you somewhere, because when you’re angry, you’re so fucking hot, Sun.” He takes my hand.

I dig my nails into his hand. “Finn, we’re not done with this discussion!”

“I never said we were.” He tugs me to the door. I shake my head as he pulls the door open. He takes me higher and higher up the castle, through the empty, dark corridors, and out on top of the roof. There is a raging storm, and it is pouring down with rain as we step out. It’s pitch black up here from the dark clouds, almost like it’s not the middle of the day but the night instead. It hasn’t stopped raining for two weeks, and I don’t think I’ve seen sunlight in two weeks either. Scottish weather is awesome. The roof is empty other than a few old half walls and chimneys connected to them that one uses anymore. It’s silent up here except for the storm.

“What are you doing?” I ask as he leads me to the middle of the roof and looks at me, my heart racing in my chest. Gods above, he looks handsome in the rain. The heavy rain drops down his forehead, down his face in streams as he stares at me.

“I want you. I want you angry at me, maddening and messy, and everything that makes you mine,” he breathes out, gripping the back of my neck. “If you tell me to stop, I will. If you don’t want me, tell me now and I’ll long after you while I try to get you to be as obsessed as I am with you. Every day, I see death, I create death and I’m a monster. You’ve never looked at me like I’m one because you get it. You dance with death, too.” He rests his forehead against mine. “I want to show you exactly what I feel for you, and we can figure the rest of this mating out after.”

“I’ve never…” I whisper. “I don’t know what to do exactly.”

“Good. I fucking love the idea of teaching you.” He pulls down the zipper of my shirt. The sound is loud even against the rain and the thundering clouds.

“It’s forbidden to do this here. It insults the ancestors to do this here,” I whisper. I’m not stopping him.

“Fuck the ancestors. You’re the only soul to exist that I worship.” He kisses his way down my chest, pulling my shirt down, along with my bra, which rips at the back. “And technically, this doesn’t break the rules because you’re not in the academy or on the academy grounds. The roof is a neutral space, and I’m about to make it ours.”

I watch him as he pulls my leggings down slowly. He’s enjoying every inch, seeing every inch of me. My cheeks burn as he continues to stare. I’ve been fully naked in front of anyone like this before. Finnegan leans down like he can’t stand not to be closer, and he kisses my hardened nipple, making me gasp in pleasure. His thumb rubs the other, and he looks up at me as he softly bites down.

“Biting you was the moment I became obsessed. Then you bit me back and, fuck, it was hot. It was maddening. It was the moment you took my heart. It was the moment I knew I was in love with you, Gwenieve Autumn.” He runs his thumb over his bottom lip. “I’m not sure anything is going to compare to the sight of you.”

He just told me he loved me, and I know he meant it. He loves me… Damn. “I want to see you too,” I demand, pushing my hair over my shoulder. The rain is slowly soaking my skin, but everything comes to life in my body as I watch him undo his shirt and tug it off, and then his belt and his trousers, pushing them down slowly. As he undresses, I tell him the truth too. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time, too. I was scared to admit it because it might mean you tear my heart if you didn’t feel the same. Biting you? I loved that too.”

I admire all of him, the ripple of muscles that go down his chest, his hard cock that looks bigger than I thought cocks were, and I nervously move my eyes down to his thick thighs that I want to sit on. How is he going to fit inside me? He is a powerful man, and he is all mine, so I’m going to try. I never reallythought about what he would look like with no clothes on, but I love the Gods that gave him to me. “Keep looking at me like that, darling, and we are never leaving this roof.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t.” I shrug with a teasing grin.

“You are so much trouble for me, Sun.” He leans in.

“It’s because I’m yours.” I rise to meet him. He groans as he kisses me, picking me up and putting me on the small half wall. It’s a little rough under my thighs, but I don’t care because he kneels in front of me, running his hands down my breasts again, over my hard nipples, sending pleasure straight down my spine. My breath quickens as he looks at me like I’m everything. It’s so much better when he touches me, when any of them do. It’s better than touching myself, it’s better than anything. He parts my legs open and looks up at my core like it’s gold and he has been digging for it for his whole life.

“This is crossing a line; I won’t be able to stop.” He groans. We both know he would be able to stop. If I asked him, he would. But I won’t be asking that today.

“Don’t stop,” I beg him. His grin is wicked and sexy as he buries his face between my legs. The first lick of his tongue is like electricity bouncing straight through my body, and I gasp as my back arches. I dig my nails into the brick, and I moan as his tongue swirls around my clit again and again, pushing me closer to an orgasm. Thunder bangs in the sky, and the rain falls harder and faster as my body tenses. I’m so close. He pushes his fingers into me, and the fullness of them, his tongue, everything, sends me into a screaming orgasm that the storms swallow the sound of as my skin flushes.

When I come down from the high, he picks me up, moving us around to sit on the wall himself and pulling me onto his lap. I kneel over him, stroking his wet locks off his forehead and drifting my hands down his face, down his chest. “Take me as you want. Because I’m yours.”

I run my hand up his hard cock, and he groans. Finnegan arches his neck back, and it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve seen. The tip of his cock rests against my entrance, and I slowly drop myself down on him inch by inch, his hands digging into my ass to guide me before… So big, he is so, so big. Time stills as I get down as much of him as I can and he stretches me, almost painfully.

“Fuck,” he groans before pulling me down in one long stride. Pain rips through me as he breaks through, and fuck, it hurts. I dig my fingers into him and gasp, and he holds me in place as I get used to the feeling of him filling me. My Nexus is content, happier than I’ve ever felt for her, and she leaves us alone.

“You’re too tight,” he groans. “There’s nothing that’s going to stop me from filling you with my come. I want to mark you as mine in every way possible.” He pulls me up and down until I get the movement of what feels good and what I can see he loves. The pain starts to ebb as pleasure takes over like a drug, and sex is amazing. Why haven’t we been doing this all along? His thumb rubs against my clit as he pulls me closer and closer to the edge again, and I know when I tip over into oblivion, I won’t be coming back.

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